Charles was very well-liked in our department.

By our sophomore year, he had become the head of the Student Union’s organizational committee.

After that, his social engagements increased dramatically.

With the introduction of major-specific courses, the workload became heavier, and we had fewer opportunities to meet.

Charles demanded that I rent a hotel room with a king-sized bed on a long-term basis.

It was more convenient for him to summon me when he needed me.

Whenever he sent me a simple "Come" via Facebook Messenger, I knew I had to go to the hotel immediately.

If I didn’t arrive within 30 minutes, Charles would punish me doubly in bed.

Sometimes, I truly felt like I couldn’t endure it anymore.

One day, while I was in class, Charles sent me a message on Messenger.

I didn’t check my phone until after class.

By the time I rushed to the hotel, an hour had passed since he’d sent the message.

I swiped my key card and hurriedly opened the door.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was in class, and I couldn’t...”

Before I could finish my sentence, a loud slap landed on my cheek.

The stinging pain bloomed instantly, leaving my face burning and swollen.

“Do you think you can disrespect me?” Charles growled.

He slammed the door shut with his free hand, grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me to the bed.

“Let me... please, listen to me—”

His lips crashed onto mine, silencing my words.

A metallic taste seeped onto my tongue, followed by sharp, searing pain.

“Mm!” I whimpered.

Charles ignored my muffled cries and began tearing at my clothes.

Within seconds, I was stripped bare.

Just as I thought I might pass out from lack of air, Charles finally released me.

I gasped desperately, trying to catch my breath and alleviate the pain.

But I knew what was coming next—his punishment.

What I didn’t expect was for Charles to pull his belt out of his jeans.

A terrifying thought struck me.

“No! No, Charles! Charles, I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I’ll never do it again!”

The belt whipped through the air with a sharp hiss before it struck my back.

“Ah! Mmph—!”

My scream was cut short as Charles shoved a towel into my mouth.

“If you dare make another sound, I’ll throw you out like this!” he hissed.

Fear, despair, and helplessness consumed me entirely.

I didn’t dare resist him anymore.

The belt landed on me again and again.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

I twisted and rolled on the bed, trying to escape the pain, to lessen it even slightly.

By the end, I lost count of how many strikes I had endured.

The pain dulled as my body grew numb.

Charles pulled the towel from my mouth.

A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of my lips.

He leaned down, his tongue trailing from my chin to the corner of my mouth.

My whole body trembled violently, curling instinctively into a ball.

Through the haze, I seemed to catch a glimpse of the boy I had once seen as my savior.

“Chuck, I’m scared... I’m so scared...” I whispered.

Charles froze momentarily. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher.